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papii malik - trap phone$ lyrics

(intro) [playboi carti]:
some n-ggas can say i changed on them, because, i thought they was on the same sh-t i was on, (but they wasn’t) but they not. or, they was on some sh-t that i wanted to be on, and when i got on that sh-t, i got on it then surp-ssed them-

[papii malik]:
hoes keep calling know i keep balling, yuh
she gonna give me brain yeah she a scholar, yuh
aye, tell they b-tch i’m all about my gualla, aye
hoe don’t even hit my line i just speak dollars

(real trap sh-t)(hola papi)

[papii malik]
f-ck my ex she said she miss me cause i’m balling like blake griffin, yuh
heard you sucking d-ck, h-ll nah b-tch you cannot kiss me, yuh
pull up on the squad with the heat just like a kitchen, yuh
n-ggas in they feelings cause i’m balling like a piston, yuh
touch my gang, leave you wet, wet just like the ocean, yuh
sipping lean, with codeine, n-gga that’s the potion, yuh
n-ggas used to beat his meat aveeno be my lotion
now i’m balling on these p-ssies, i get p-ssy like frank ocean

aye, young n-gga ball like iverson, yuh
yuh, my new whip that sh-t got mileage i’m high as sh-t, yuh
he don’t want no beef that n-gga don’t want violence, aye
robin jeans got the wings so i’m flying b-tch, aye
got this sh-t all off my side hoe from hawaii b-tch
yeah i say i love you shawty but i’m lying b-tch
f-ck you thought this was
these hoes get no love, aye i got gas like a pump, aye
my racks on donald trump, aye like get your money up
yuh, you is not my gang so i can’t f-ck with ya

yuh, same sh-t, gang sh-t, talking you don’t bang sh-t
that latino with the hip, she don’t speak my language
might just cop a range rover, still won’t ever save sh-t
all black ‘rari roof gone bruce wayne b-tch
i just might pull up to the party, aye
i can’t guwop these silly b-tches, no hoes like kehlani, aye
my little b-tch from mexico she wet just like dasani, aye
diamonds really yellow that sh-t looking like a potty, aye
n-ggas talking down i might have to catch a body, aye
hang with really k!llers real n-ggas you can’t rob me, yuh

(outro) [playboi carti]:
and i ain’t never got no beef with n-ggas bro. all my beefs been about b-tches. every beef- every beef in my life’s been about a b-tch. on my momma cuz’ i don’t talk to n-ggas. n-ggas is cancelled, n-ggas can’t sing no more, and n-ggas look-

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